Toby laughs loudly and holds his fist out toward me. “Right?” Smiling, I bump my fist against his. “But there was a reason for it. Isn’t that right, Jacob?”
Now I’m intrigued. He sits back and crosses his arms, looking at Jake to elaborate.
Jake leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees and clasping his fingers together. “Absolutely. See, people were questioning me. Doubting the entire premise of my show. We had to put a stop to it.”
“Because your ego just had to prove them wrong?” I grin.
“That too,” he jokes. “But also because I want people to believe my message. If they don’t think it’s real, how am I supposed to help anyone?”
Damn.
I don’t know what to say to that.
Toby pipes up again. “One of these days this dude’s going to let me guest host the show. I keep telling him that what better way to prove that good sex is for everyone than for someone else to step up to the plate.”
Anyone. Everyone. They keep using these words, and it strikes me that the women they’ve chosen are so varied. I assumed that there was a certain type of woman that would come to Jake for “help,” but once again I was wrong. They really do seem to believe this message about helping people.
When they get back to work, I can’t stop looking at Jake. I’m seeing him in a totally different light. Yeah he’s cocky. But I wasn’t wrong when I thought he had a brain and a heart. And I’m absolutely convinced I’m not wrong about the other skills he possesses.
“So, what do you think?” Jake asks when they’ve finished going through the applications. His gaze is heated as he watches me. “Am I the arrogant bastard who gets off on people watching me go down on a new woman every night?”
Wow. That shouldn’t turn me on. But it so fucking does. In the time it takes him to say the words, I’m soaked all over again, just like when I first arrived. It’s insane what this man can do.
“The jury’s still out, Jacob, but you did claim to be guilty,” I tease.
He laughs. “Maybe you could use a one-on-one interview to come to your own conclusion.”
Hell yes I could.
“Dinner?” he asks with a suggestive smile.
Dessert sounds better. But dinner is a start. It’s all in the name of research, right? Right.
I name one of my favorite upscale restaurants and Jake smiles.
“Perfect.”
I stand, since we’re done for the day. “Meet me there at eight.”
Jake
There’s almost nothing as satisfying as a glass of Macallan. Swirling the amber liquid in my glass, I glance around the bar at the restaurant where I’m meeting Layla. I’m not quite sure
what she was going for in choosing this place, but if it was romantic, she nailed it.
Not only is it dark and seductive, the plush private tables scream sex. I can’t wait to get Layla alone in the corner booth I requested the minute I walked in and scoped the place out. Just being here is enough to get anyone in the right frame of mind for a sexy night of fun and pleasure. With my skills at reading both women and situations, I’m pretty sure I could have Layla begging for it before the appetizers even arrive.
I’ve pretty much been hard for days thinking about her. I don’t know why I can’t seem to get her out of my head. But she’s so fucking delectable, all I want to do is get my lips on her and finally have a taste.
That sassy little attitude gets me, too. She tries to be professional, but I see right through it. I know she’s attracted to me. That’s not me being a cocky bastard. It’s just the truth. Not gonna lie, I love knowing that she was getting hot for me from the minute she walked in my office this afternoon.
But she wasn’t alone. Seems like all I can think about is what it'll be like to peel away all those layers of professionalism and see the naughty little sex fiend I know is just beneath the surface.
I take another sip of the expensive scotch, and then smile into my glass when I see her appear in the entry of the restaurant.
No way is she going to convince me this is strictly business tonight. Not when she’s wearing a sexy little black dress designed to make men fall to their knees and beg. The dress is fucking short, making her legs look as if they go on for miles. Holy hell, I can’t wait to have those legs wrapped around my neck as I sink into what I know will be the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted.
And that ass. Kill me now. I don’t know how I’m going to make it through the dinner without tearing that dress off her killer body and taking what I want.